I was once lost and never found. A constant white noise that I'm trying to forget. If I rely behind these senses, I'll be alright. At least I think, but who really knows? Reconciled dreams of lucidity. Dyslexia has rid me of all dreams of poetry. Dream of order and repetition. I drift and I drift but I never dose...He started a fire to divert attention.
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